THE dreamy rhymer's measured snore Falls heavy on our ears no more; And by long strides are left behind The dear delights of womankind, Who wage their battles like their loves, In satin waistcoats and kid gloves, And have achieved the crowning work When they have trussed and skewered a Turk. Another comes with stouter tread, And stalks among the statelier dead. He rushes on, and hails by turns High-crested Scott, broad-breasted Burns; And shows the British youth, who ne'er Will lag behind, what Romans were, When all the Tuscans and their Lars Shouted, and shook the towers of Mars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FALL OF HYPERION; A DREAM by JOHN KEATS A FOREIGN RULER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR DRIVING HOME THE COWS by KATE PUTNAM OSGOOD SONNET: 29 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SOLOMON SCHECHTER by ALTER ABELSON MORNING STAR by HARRIET R. BEAN |